"On a long, dry, gray, silent day that fall, heavy clouds hung low over the sky. I rode alone through this gloomy, exotic countryside, and finally, as night fell, the cold landscape of Usher unfolded before my eyes.

I had not seen it in the past, but by just a glance, an unbearable gloom soaked through me. I looked at the sparse landscape around the mansion, the walls were barren, the decaying trees were white, my soul was speechless, my heart was cooling, sinking, showing a weak and sick state. ”

At the end of the film, Henry stands on the podium and recites Poe's famous work "The Fall of Usher House", in which the words in the book seem to be evolving into real images in the deep, hoarse, mournful and majestic voice:

The campus was overgrown and ruined—overturned desks, netted corners, broken windows, dead leaves, broken door panels, scattered books, withered potted plants, raging winds...... Only the blackboard still has the board book left by the teacher in the classroom, suggesting that everything that happened here is in this lonely ruins, with a faint bitterness and sadness.

Edgar Allan Poe's House of Usher is not a real-life school, or rather, the education system, or even society.

In the last scene of the movie, Henry Barthes stands alone in front of the podium, lonely and lonely, facing the deserted classroom in ruins, quietly, just like that, sitting quietly, with those distant and quiet eyes, quietly looking at the camera, the quiet eyes flowing with a faint light, like a deep blue lake, gradually turning to black, and finally all the halos disappear completely.

"DETACHMENT", THE BIG SCREEN SUDDENLY WENT BLACK, AND THE FONT OF CHALK WORDS ON THE BLACKBOARD APPEARED, "DETACH-MENT", IN THE MELODIOUS AND MAGNIFICENT CLASSICAL MUSIC, IT WAS COMPLETELY DARKENED, AND THEN THE LIST OF CREW MEMBERS APPEARED, AND THE FIRST NAME WAS, "LANLI-HALL".

Mark froze in place, the shock, the reflection, the turbulence, set off a storm in his brain, countless thoughts were messed up, like a messy ball of yarn, he couldn't find the thread at all, and the sight was just a large ball of wool surging, but in the next second, the name of "Lan Li-Hall" was like a ray of light in the darkness, and a "bang" lit up in his mind, and then, Mark stood up violently and applauded vigorously.

Clap, clap, or clap.

This is a story about social education, not only in the United States, but all over the world, the power of education is gradually weakening, the lack of family education and school education is leaving the next generation confused, and the economic downturn has further pushed education to the abyss of reality -

Education, which is essentially supposed to broaden the way we see the world, change the way we measure things, and think about problems, is now a springboard to generate income and find well-paying jobs. In the course of human development, the pursuit of material food and clothing first, and then the pursuit of spiritual satisfaction, education belongs to the latter, but now education has begun to serve the former. This is the fall of society as a whole and the deformity of the fast food era.

This is still a story about Henry Barthes, a man forgotten by his family and abandoned by the world, who has gone through vicissitudes and scars, but still tries to change the status quo of other children through his own efforts, but he can't even save himself, how can he save others-

In his body, the contradictory thoughts of idealists and realists are condensed, and every effort is always defeated by reality, and every compromise is always defeated by reality. He was struggling, but he couldn't escape it. At the end of the story, the education system collapses, and Henry holds on to the last glimmer of hope in his life and falters through the ruined ruins of the apocalypse.

It's a wonderful story, but it's also a bloody story. The despair mixed with bitterness and helplessness was like a state of drowning, always struggling, but always besieged. At the end of the movie, my mouth was full of bitterness and I couldn't express it, and the reflection was surging and endless.

So Mark applauded selflessly, because of the current situation of education reflected in this movie, because of the social issues reflected in this movie, and because of Lan Li's excellent performance in this movie that is enough to make the soul tremble-

Standing in front of the camera, between gestures, words and deeds, a look, a smile, a movement, the whole performance has become full, without unnecessary embellishments and explanations, the resonance in the depths of the soul has begun to sound, every audience can empathize, carefully taste their own viewing touches, and be deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves. That's the real act, that's the great act, enough to make the whole movie a show to enjoy.

Shock, the word to describe Mark's inner thoughts at this moment, still seems too shallow and too simple. So, he chose to applaud.

Mark was not alone, almost scrambling, and before he even waited for the cinema lights to come on and the subtitles had time to roll up, the audience couldn't wait to stand up, and the enthusiastic applause barely brewed, and the mountains and tsunamas rushed in, filling the entire screening hall in an instant, and then began to ...... The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

The applause grew hotter and hotter, more and more turbulent, more and more crazy, surging in the darkness, just like this movie, the surface was calm, the underwater tide was surging, and the violent surge hit the soul fiercely, stirring up a long and long echo. People can't see or hear, but they can feel the collapse of the sky and the tsunami, from the depths of their souls.

The weakening of sight, touch, and smell further strengthened the sensitivity of hearing, and the continuous applause was further amplified, and then magnified, and the whole body began to tremble.

Reflection, which belongs to everyone's own savoring, and tribute, which belongs to the common idea of all people.

The applause lasted for a full hundred and twenty seconds, and the subtitles finally reached the second half, the lights in the screening room slowly lit up, and the light reappeared, and the applause on the scene not only did not weaken, but went to the next level, no screams, no whistles, no cheers, just pure applause, and the boiling sound gradually climbed to the high/tide, and reached its peak when Tony Kaye and Ranley Hall got up and walked to the front of the stage.

The entire main venue could be felt as if it were a slight earthquake.

The audience who did not enter the premiere venue, the staff who were responsible for maintaining order, and the reporters who missed the premiere invitation all cast their eyes towards the main venue screening hall in amazement and disbelief. The state-of-the-art soundproofing system tightly kept all the sound in the room, but the surging vibrations clearly conveyed the truth: "detachment", which won the support of the audience, madly.

This is the Berlin Film Festival, not the hospitable Toronto, where every work is applauded, not the commercially first Cannes, where Hollywood stars always get applause from the audience, and not the restrained Venice, where even if they want to scold, the audience will thank the film for its release with simple applause.

This is Berlin.

To like is to like, and not to like is not to like. It is not uncommon for audiences to leave the show in the middle of a hated work, to have opposing opinions in the face of a sharp work, and to criticize a bad work with a harsh and merciless voice. That's for art, it's not business, it's not garbage, it's just art.

Today, the film "Detachment" won a full four-minute standing ovation, the first of its kind at this year's Berlinale, and this year's "Detachment" was treated like this, and this year's "Detachment" was treated like this – or, Lanley-Hall?

The main creators of the entire crew walked to the front of the stage, and the thunderous applause of the audience lasted for a long time.

Mark only felt that his palms had begun to go numb, and thousands of cells had died in his red palms, but the excitement in his heart was still blowing out, and when he turned his head, Mark saw his friends: Katarina, Chuck and Christine.

Each of them had slightly flushed cheeks, their eyes shining with excitement, and they clapped their hands vigorously, not just clapping, but venting all their strength. Lan Li's figure was reflected in the clear and translucent eyes, and the whole soul was roaring, cheering, shouting, and hearty.

Suddenly, Mark's dry eyes moistened, and the warm moisture blurred his vision.

"Detachment" is not a touching film, not enough to make people cry, sad to bitter, painful to despair, all emotions seem to be frozen, only a blank cry for help and a helpless cry for help, but at this moment, the surging emotion hits Mark fiercely, because of Lan Li, because of the actor who dedicated his life to acting.

Mark hadn't watched "Love Crazy", nor had he watched "Me Against Cancer", just because he was "buried alive", that movie made him fall in love with the actor, and now, a "detachment" made him fall in love with the actor.

God, how lucky he was. Thinking back to last night, recalling the red carpet, and recalling the "detachment" that had just ended, Mark was hit without warning, and then tears slipped down, joy and happiness, and the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed wantonly. The applause was even more enthusiastic.

Tony, who was standing in front of the stage, seemed to have keenly captured the inner feelings of the audience, so he pushed Lan Li and pushed the film's deserved greatest hero to the front of the stage. In an instant, the applause of the audience once again broke through the limit, like a tornado passing through the screening hall.

Lan Li stood in place, looking at the surging heat, moved and excited to fill his chest. He loved the moment so much, not because of the applause, but because of the empathetic, reflective eyes. At this moment, he knew that he had completed his task as an actor, and that satisfaction was irreplaceable.